Walk Through My Door - Gaelic Storm

Sitting on my hotel bed

Pay per view running through my head

Foreign film called 'missing you'

Based on a story that’s true

Trade my soul at the mini bar

Ten dollar scotch and a cheap cigar

I can’t go forward, I can’t rewind

You’re on every channel on my mind

Why don’t you walk through my door

Walk through my door

Why don’t you walk through my door

Walk through my

Outside a storm pours down

Inside my head begins to drown

One more should see me through

One more or maybe two

Now you’re just an after glow

A fading breath on a cold window

My face pressed against the pane

Tell me are those tears or are they rain

Slide the lock and close my eyes

Hide behind this thin disguise

Turn to kiss myself goodnight

Turn out the light

The don’t disturb sign from my door

Is hanging on my heart once more

I set the clock to half past ten

And my head to never again